Something that really clicked for me yesterday was the idea that there are two ways to fill my cup. I can fill it with external things like possessions, peoples approval and accomplishments – but these always seem to drain out quickly and I wind up on a never ending treadmill of trying to get more of them. Or, as Dewitt says, I can fill the cup from the inside from a source that will never be depleted and will never exhaust me in its pursuit. The source? Love. Love for my fellow man, love for my vocation, love for the 1/100 of a second in time when the light graces a lei of plumeria flowers transforming the moment into a banquet of joy.